Thursday, October 06, 2005

keeping it dry

Keeping myself high
I can’t stop running
Keeping the adrenalin pumping
A continuos injection of endorphins
Blocking out the pain that will succumb me
Suppressed
Dumped into a dark crevasse
There is no rest now
If I let my guard down
It will be the end of me
I can’t promise to myself
That I won’t shed a tear
When I confront my fear

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